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Happy Labor Day From New York Shitty!
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While there is a lower class, I am in it, while there is a criminal element, I am of it, and while there is a soul in prison, I am not free.
Anyone care to guess who this comes from? Here’s a hint.
Miss Heather
A City Island Minute
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Yesterday the Mister, my good friend Rowan, the inimitable Bitchcakes and I made the trek to City Island. Not only is City Island the home of “poo pee” the cat, but it is in fact home to a great many felines. We had an absolute ball.
I highly recommend making the trip and checking out this nifty place for yourself. They even have a bed and breakfast there (Le Refuge) so you can stay overnight!
Miss Heather
P.S.: I’ve started posting photographs from my little excursion on Flickr. Check them out!
Miss World: Our Future Vice President
What was it that first enchanted me about Sarah Palin? Her status as a (failed) beauty queen? Her moving speech (upon accepting the Vice Presidential nomination) that her career in politics started when she joined the P.T.A.? Crowing about her FIVE CHILDREN?!?
I did not want to watch her speech. And for the most part I didn’t: I listened. Mister Heather played it on the television. I could not restrain myself from leaning over and looking at this “hockey mom” who could be within a “heartbeat” of the Presidency and thinking to myself:
This is scary.
I am a bad feminist. I do not toe the line. In other words when someone (in this case John McCain) throws a bone to “female voters” like Ms. Palin I am not impressed. In fact, I am offended.
Miss Palin is a token. Tokenism is the last and worst vestige of discrimination in this country. There are a number of female Senators, Representatives and Governors McCain could choose from. Olympia Snowe comes to mind. But McCain chose this bimbo. One whose qualifications lie between her legs, not her record.
I’m an independent. Come November I’m voting Democrat.
Simple as that.
Miss Heather
Post Script: Ann Richards why did you leave us in 2006? You could have cut this woman to shreds and I would have savored every bit moment of it.
UPDATE 9/1/08: Get a load of this. Apparently I am a political pundit now. Who knew? Otherwise I made a funny today over lunch worth sharing…
Miss Heather:
You know, I wouldn’t actually mind having a male beauty queen for Vice President. As a matter fact I might like it. Wait a minute, scratch that. We already had one: Dan Quayle.
This Has Nothing Whatsoever To Do With NYC
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…but I feel compelled to share it anyway. The Mister wakes up before me every day. Every day I shimmy into the living room to find him glued to the computer. Usually he’s listening to NPR and reading the New York Times. Not yesterday. This is what I saw my husband looking at with rapt interest:
One would think someone from Portsmouth’s P.R. Department would pick up on the unintended(?) nuance this advertisement has— or maybe that was the intent? The is the Royal Navy we are talking about after all. The folks who invented “impressment“.
Hugs,
Miss Heather
Photo Credit: The Register
Chinatown Photo du Jour: SPAM!
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From Bayard Street.
Miss “Egg, Spam, Spam, Spam, Ramen & Spam” Heather
L.E.S. Photo du Jour: Oliver Street
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This block was eerily silent. Go figure.
Miss Heather
9/11 Mystery Solved!
There has been much speculation as to where Mr. Bush was after those airplanes hit the Twin Towers September 11. Was he hiding out in some bunker waiting for World War III? Was he kicking back in the paradise that is Waco, Texas? Where was Bush when we needed him?
Yesterday, August 24, 2008, on Lee Avenue I think I might have found the answer.
Carla was kicking back at 1070 Park Avenue until the dust settled. Changing his birth year to 1968 is an inspired move; that pretty much throws draft-dodging allegations out the window. But the last name “Frankel”? Really.
Georgie Boy has successfully passed himself as being a Texan. He is a pretty bad looking woman, but given how much he favors his mother it is a plausible ruse. But an Upper East Side Jewess? That’s pushing the envelope a little.
Miss Heather
NYC Gentrification Watch: Die Yuppie Scumday
I am getting sick and bloody tired of this “I’m a real New Yorker and I hate gentrifiers” diatribe. Exactly who is a Real New Yorker you ask? That is debatable. Who is a “gentrifier”? This is an easy question to answer: unless you are of 100% Native American birth (or descended from slaves) you are, indeed, a gentrifier.
There were a great many people in Europe who didn’t find their situation satisfactory so they moved to the “New World”. Plymouth Rock didn’t have a Starbuck’s so they built one. In a manner of speaking. Their Native American neighbors accepted them. At first.
But then they (and by “they” I mean “we”) got uppity. We wanted more— we wanted “civilization”. We wanted “ownership” of land. Something our “savage hosts” did not see fit to give us due to their nascent anarcho-syndicalist leanings (I won’t call them “Reds” because that would be racist). As a result there were fights. Battles even. But we won, albeit it in an insidious manner: disease. Smallpox and syphilis mostly.* Good for us.
I am piecing together a very informative and entertaining presentation to illustrate this fact to those who are unable or unwilling to accept the fact they are gentrifiers. In the meantime I’d like to share this touching tale of gentrifier acceptance from (where else?) GREENPOINT.
I went off on this piece of advertising back in April. In a nutshell:
- I found this developer’s claim of 240 Richardson Street as being in the heart “East Williamsburg” (or anywhere else for that matter) tenuous at best. It’s Greenpoint— but you know Garden Spot of the Universe (oil spill, waste treatment plant and all) isn’t “sexy”. They’re aiming for “L” appeal.
- “Village” suggests a friendly and collegial atmosphere. Something clearly lacking in this corner of Greenpoint.
Until recently.
Back in April this woman called her new neighbors “fucks”.
Now she has seen fit to address them as “pigs”.
It is a small— but significant step— in Greenpoint gentrification. Before you know it we’ll all be holding hands and singing Kumbaya.
Miss Heather
Photo Credits: “pigs” and “fucks” Lisacat.
*For those of you who harbor guilt, no worries; they gave us chlamydia.
TODAY: Stoop Sale
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Chances are if you you are reading this right now you are missing some sweet deals at the yard sale at 161 Milton Street. Check it out!
Miss Heather
Manhattan Photo du Jour: Empower Jim Power
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I was a little disheartened when I saw these posters peppered around the East Village recently, as I have long been a fan of these beautifully decorated posts. Any and all wishing to learn more about these delightfully quirky mosaics, the man who created them and what can be done to help preserve them should check out Empower Jim Power by clicking here.
On that note, dear readers, I am knocking off for a while. Summer is almost over and I have no intention of letting beautiful day such as this one go to waste by sitting in front of a computer!
Miss Heather
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